Now, raptured, with each wish complying
With feigned reluctance, now denying;
Each charm she varied, to retain

A varying heart—and all in vain!

Scott.

Each joy thou couldst double; and when there cam

sorrow

Or pale disappointment to darken my way,

What voice was like thine, that could sing of to-morrow, Till forgot in the strain was the grief of to-day.

Woman, blest partner of our joys and woes,
Even in the darkest hour of earthly ill,
Untarnished yet, thy fond affection glows,

Scott.

Throbs with each pulse and beats with every thrill.

No marvel woman should love flowers; they bear
So much of fanciful similitude

To her own history; like herself, repaying
With such sweet interest all the cherishing

That calls their beauty and their sweetness forth;
And like her, too, dying beneath neglect.

Is not the life of woman all bound up
In her affections? What hath she to do
In this bleak world alone? It may be well
For man on his triumphal course to move
Uncumbered by soft bonds; but we were born
For love and grief.

Mrs. Hemans.

Women, like princes, find few real friends.

Lyttleton.

She knows her man, and when you rant and swear,

Can draw you to her with a single hair.

Beautiful as sweet!

Dryden.

And young as beautiful! and soft as young!
And gay as soft! and innocent as gay!

Young.

He saw her charming, but he saw not half
The charms her downcast modesty revealed.

Young.

Her face had a wonderful fascination in it. It was such a calm, quiet face, with the light of the rising soul shining so peacefully through it.

So sweet a face, harmless, so intent

Longfellow.

Upon her prayers, it frosted my devotion
To gaze on her.

Men who cherish for women the highest respect are seldom popular with the sex. . . . . A due respect for women leads to respectful action toward them, and respect is mistaken by them for neglect or want of love.

Addison.

Affection is woman's only element; to love, to look up, is her only destiny, and if unfulfilled, nothing can supply its place. Love has no real business for her beyond the sweet beating of her own heart dwelling in the shadow of another's.

Women never truly command till they have given their promise to obey.

The woman's cause is man's. They rise or sink.
Together. Dwarfed or godlike, bond or free;
If she be small, slight-natured, miserable,

How shall men grow

Tennyson.

There is in every true woman's heart a spark of heav enly fire, which lies dormant in the broad day-light of prosperity, but which kindles up and beams and blazes in the dark hour of adversity.

Irving.

There is not on earth a more merciless exactor of love from others than a thoroughly selfish woman.

Mrs. Stowe.

Women have more strength in their looks than we have in our laws, and more power by their tears than we have by our arguments.

Saville.

There is beauty in the helplessness of woman.

Women always will find their bitterest foes among their own sex.

Women govern us; let us render them perfect: the more they are enlightened, so much the more shall we be. It is by women that Nature writes on the hearts of

men.

Sheridan.

A young lady of more beauty than sense, more accomplishments than learning, more charms of person than graces of mind, more admirers than friends, more fools than wise men for attendants

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The delicate face where thoughtful care already mingled with the winning grace and loveliness of youth, the too bright eye, the spiritual head, the lips that pressed each other with such high resolve and courage of the heart, the slight figure, firm in its bearing and yet so very weak.

Dickens.

A coquette is a rose from which every lover plucks a leaf; the thorns are reserved for her husband.

The maid whom now you court in vain,
Will quickly run in quest of man.

Horace.

A coquette is one who draws a cheque upon the bank of affection, and then dishonors it.

She, though in full-bloom flower of glorious beauty, Grows cold, even in the summer of her age.

A maid whom there were none to praise,
And very few to love.

Dryden.

Wordsworth.

Earth's noblest thing, a woman perfected.

Lowell.

Seem to forsake her, soon she'll change her mood; Gae woo anither, an' she'll gang clean wud.

Ramsey's

She is pretty to walk with,

And witty to talk with,

And pleasant, too, to think on.

Suckling.

When maidens innocently young
Say often what they never mean,
Ne'er mind their pretty, lying tongue,

But tent the language of their een.

Ramsey.

She hugged the offender and forgave th' offenceSex to the last.

Dryden.

The widow can bake, and the widow can brew, The widow can shape, and the widow can sew.

Show us how divine a thing

A woman can be made.

Ramsey.

Wordsworth.

To those who know thee not, no words can paint; And those who know thee, know all words are faint.

Hannah Moore.

If goodness lead him not, yet weariness

May toss him to my breast.

Herbert.

Whoe'er she be,

That not impossible she

That shall command my heart and me.

Crashaw.

Favors to none, to all she smiles extends.
Oft she regrets, but never once offends.

And 'tis remarkable that they

Talk most who have the least to say.